The Feminist Notion That The Whole Of

Suicide: Don't Knock It If You Ain't Tried It.

How Strange And Wonderful Is Our Home, Our Earth, With Its Swirling Vaporous Atmosphere, Its Flowing And Frozen Liquids, Its Trembling Plants, Its Creeping, Crawling, Climbing Creatures, The Croaking Things With Wings That Hang On Rocks And Soar Through The Fog, The Furry Grass, The Scaly Seas.

I Hold No Preference Among Flowers, So Long As They Are Wild, Free, Spontaneous.

My Own Ambition, My Deepest And Truest Ambition, Is To Find Within Myself Someday, Somehow, The Ability To Do Likewise, To Do Nothing - And Find It Enough.

In Writing, Fidelity To Fact Leads Eventually To The Poetry Of Truth.